Gently, after my Dad passed away, his spirit came into my room one day.

Grieving then and hurting bad, feeling overwhelmingly sad.

Glad to see him, just a little afraid, a glowing light in the darkness he made.

Given that I knew he was gone, I thought it a dream, but not for long.

Guess he knew I missed him so, when young girls hurt, dads usually know.

Gone then was all my hurt and fright, when he said everything would be all right.

Gratefully, I soon came to see, my Dad would always watch over me.